Well wasn't this an interesting docket of potential players.

Becks noticed several familiar faces, Prewett of course, but he was here to decide who played. Kirke had managed to get himself onto the second string last time, but last Beckett had heard, he'd retired young for a ministry position. Hmm. The twat Lestrange had showed up, Beckett couldn't quite remember the kid's name, but he was a bit of an ass, that much he did know. His own nephew was here too, which made him feed positively ancient and unwilling to admit it. Sure he hadn't played in a few years, but he'd also missed out last time thanks to a shoulder injury and so he just couldn't walk away from it either. He wasn't the only one either, there were a couple attendees that had been out of the game for a bit.

As things geared up, at least Beckett could say he'd put in good preparation and hopefully a solid tryout. Only time would tell.